#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for